※Rewritten※
"Thank you to all that have performed this weekend, there were many great performances," Braxton smiled. "If it were up to me, I don't think I could rank anyone. Anyway, we are going to get started on the awards while the judges for this last category decide the placement..."
Everyone who had been chosen to be on stage the past four days were hanging around in the tent waiting in anticipation. We waited in silence as backstage members led the contestants from the first night on to the stage. The crowd was yelling in excitement, names being yelled and I could hear the distinct pop of confetti being blown into the open air. That's gonna take a while to get out of the grass. But that is not important right now, right now I'm trying to control my racing heart and throbbing head from both anxiousness and nervousness. Where did I stand in the ranking? I would really hate to be first because that'll make me feel selfish and undeserving of it, but at the same time I don't want to be last or anything below fifth because then I won't think I gave it my all—and I did, I one-hundred percent sure I did.
"Now, announcing fifth place in the physical performance," Braxton's microphone voice rang throughout the crowd, "Eileen Chacon, daughter of Iris and her beautiful performance of colors and stained-glass!" We saw Eileen, a short, bright blonde, fourteen year-old step out of the line and accept her medal with the embossed number five in the centre of the medallion. She smiled brightly and gave the crowd a wave before walking to the far side of the stage where the classic first-second-third podiums stood. Eileen stood next to the second place podium, happy as all heck.
"In fourth place," Braxton began again and I could see the contestants inhale sharply. "Ruben Micheals, son of Vulcan and his incredible time creating his, original designed, flying phoenixes!" Ruben stepped forward and took his medal, just like Eileen, his was embossed with he number four in the middle. The red strap clashing with his bright yellow t-shirt making him look kind of like a bottle of Heinz mustard. Rude, I know, but it helps to distract me from panicking about my placement after three announcements.
I felt bad for the other contestants in that category. I knew that they must have practiced their skills a lot to be able to do what they have done on stage, and I know for a fact that if I were to be with them, I would've taken first easily because everyone is always amazed at my ability to bend water. Other than being a male Katara from Avatar the Last Airbender, all I have is making the ground shake; which isn't the most exciting ability to have compared to the other campers from both camps. The same goes with Leo, being the only person to wield actual fire–-which would make him Zuko, but he's more like Sokka, so it could go both ways—after Beckendorf, he would take first place easily if he did his 'Girl on fire' or 'My Song's Know What You Did In The Dark' routine. (Don't tell him I know about those because he does them at like midnight in bunker 9.)
Braxton looked up from his cards to the crowd for the person in third place and it took everyone by surprise when he announced Will's name. I didn't see what he did but from what I've heard, Will made his hair do the Rapunzel hair-glowy thing and was able to wield actual sunlight in the palms of his hands. Which I find very cool and I'm a bit sad I didn't get to watch, luckily the other Apollo kids were recording it so we can rewatch it if we want to. Second place was a little girl, five, maybe six, years-old, who was able to sing so well that she was able to bring forth the woodland creatures around camp. Seriously, she was a little Disney princess. Birds flew over her singing the same notes as her, raccoons and other four-legged animals happily ran out of the forest and watched as she sang, some singing with her. Even a bear waltzed out of the forest and stood on his hind legs to look over the crowd of people towards the little girl. I didn't catch her name, and she didn't look familiar, so I guess she's from Camp Jupiter. Maybe a legacy, but I've never heard of a legacy having demigod-strength powers.
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